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Modesty is the gentle art of enhancing your charm by pretending not to be aware of it.
Modesty is the gentle art of enhancing your charm by pretending not to be aware of it.
So great is the modesty of your mind and face, Sophronius that I wonder you should ever have become a read more
So great is the modesty of your mind and face, Sophronius that I wonder you should ever have become a father
It is easy for a somebody to be modest, but it is difficult to be modest when one is a read more
It is easy for a somebody to be modest, but it is difficult to be modest when one is a nobody.
When one remains modest, not after praise but after blame, then
is he really so.
[Ger., Wenn jemand read more
When one remains modest, not after praise but after blame, then
is he really so.
[Ger., Wenn jemand bescheiden bleibt, nicht beim Lobe, sondern
beim Tadel, dann ist er's.]
I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell
And gave him what becomed love I might,
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I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell
And gave him what becomed love I might,
Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty.
Why, to hear Betsy Bobbet talk about wimmin's throwin' their
modesty away, you would think if they ever went read more
Why, to hear Betsy Bobbet talk about wimmin's throwin' their
modesty away, you would think if they ever went to the political
pole, they would have to take their dignity and modesty and throw
'em against the pole, and go without any all the rest of their
lives.
It is far more impressive when others discover your good qualities without your help
It is far more impressive when others discover your good qualities without your help
Good taste is the modesty of the mind; that is why it cannot be either imitated or acquired.
Good taste is the modesty of the mind; that is why it cannot be either imitated or acquired.
Can it be
That modesty may more betray our sense
Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground enough,
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Can it be
That modesty may more betray our sense
Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground enough,
Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary
And pitch our evils there?